+ Pills To Swallow (In Ibiza) : Nic Cage Fixes Everything +
Mar 24, 2022 21:42:32 GMT -5
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Post by codeapathy on Mar 24, 2022 21:42:32 GMT -5
//BLESS Hotel, Ibiza - Bless your Presidencial Suite\\
++After so many years in the business, traveling different circuits and territories, jet setting from one country to another, I felt that I had more than earned the right to travel in luxury, comfort and style. I also wanted to put all that alimony, life insurance money and the big match salaire to good use. Just imagine, you’re my ex-husband. Your career is dead. You have been canceled. All the bookings have dried up. Your wrestling school went bankrupt. And now you owe money to loan sharks for said wrestling school. As you sit there, worrying about if both of your legs are going to break soon, or you will end up with cement shoes in the Chicago River, you realize if you didn’t have to pay all that alimony, you could dig yourself out of the hole. Then you find out where that precious money you need is going. A lavish, comfortable, rich lifestyle, for the one woman you hate more than anyone and anything in this world. Keep checking my Instagram lovers. Watch me spend it all on me, me and me. Ibiza was all about status and luxury. Hedonism and excess. It also valued privacy which was extremely important to me and for me. Money talks, period++
Elizabeth: Are you sure you’re comfortable?
++One hydro massage tub, two very sexy individuals, and champaign, wine and spirits to the nth degree. He wasn’t used to traveling like this. He had started adjusting to living like this finally, but he was a rough neck, not a boarding school and daddy’s bankroll girl like me. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve never truly “worked” a day in my life. At least not the blue collar, pull yourself up by the bootstrap kind. I was meant for more, intended for something better, so my education and molding were put on a high pedestal. What do you expect when your Father is a Diplomat, your mom comes from old money. Them projecting their aspirations they never achieved, onto you. What’s the saying? The well laid plans of mice and men++
Eoin: Girl I told ya, I’m fine. And if this is about your weight again I swear to bloody Christ…
Elizabeth: I’m a big bitch, I know that. Both in the physical and metaphorical sense. I’m not the least bit worried if I’m too heavy for you. That thought imploded after earlier this afternoon. I was asking about your legs, you oaf. You’re a tall man and these tubs aren’t usually made for the more statured folks.
++He gave me that look. You know the one. The disappointed Muhammad Sarim Akhtar meme look. Or the James Harden “So over this” eyeroll. Then proceeded to kick his legs in the tub splashing water everywhere++
Eoin: Good enough of an answer for ya love?
Elizabeth: Smart ass, but yes. So…how are you taking to all this? I know you expected some run of the mill Motel 6, leave the lights on for you kind of deal but, that isn’t how I do things. It isn’t just because I HAVE the money to blow mind you. There is a science behind this, if you’re wanting to know I’ll be glad to explain it but I seriously do want to know, are you enjoying yourself?
++Compassion wasn’t my strong suit. Leaving one's heart open was risky. I always ended up becoming too emotionally invested then when the bottom fell out, or things went pear shaped, it hit me harder than it would others. Relationships weren’t the easiest thing in the world for me. I was reckless, selfish, arrogant at times, and even more times stubborn, bullheaded and incorrigible. I was a lot to handle, and boy did he love handling me. Still, I made my best efforts to not immerse him too deep into a lifestyle he’s never known or could have ever envisioned. It mattered to me that he wasn’t overwhelmed++
Eoin: I mean how could I not enjoy myself right now? Fine food, strong liquor, a beautiful woman…so yes. Yes I am quite enjoying myself girl. Why do you ask?
Elizabeth: This isn’t your kind of party mo stor. You’re a simple man. You’re content with a lager, a burger, and some mindless action movies. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with that. Hell I’ve spent so much time in the states that sometimes, beer pong Wal-Mart fried chicken and shitty comedy parody movies sound like just the thing after a shitty show, or just a bad day. I’m more than willing to admit I’ve been just a bit Americanised. It’s just this is a lot to absorb. You’re in a hydro tub, with a naked woman, in the biggest, most expensive suite this hotel has. No way in hell or high water you ever dreamed you would be…well…here. Enjoying this. Living this life.
Eoin: Ah. I see where ya are going with this. Lizzy, you worry too much. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be. You know that. I knew you were a posh bird the first time I met you. I watched you across that bar and saw me a demure, intelligent woman that was beautiful and charming. Ya really think I was going to pass up on that love? Not a chance. I knew you’d turn me down and tell me to go fuck meself. But I had made up my own mind that night that I was going to try my best. Worked out I think huh?
++Sometimes I go back to that night. I ask myself if I gave in too easy or if I was just using him to bury the last remnants of the memory of a man long gone. My mourning that night was not of loss or regrets. There was no heartbreak or feeling of loneliness. I guess my silence was lingering too long as he tilted his head sideways and looked at me concerned, snapping his fingers in front of my face to get my attention++
Eoin: Sibéal? Est-ce que ça va?
++He had been teaching himself French after all. The sound of his Irish accent butchering the French language snapped me out of my lost in thought circumstance and I shook the cobwebs from my head++
Elizabeth: It just…felt right. I truly wasn’t interested mon chéri. I was there to reflect and cope. Even that was an empty pointless endeavor. How do you cope with nothingness?
Eoin: What do you mean love?
Elizabeth: Our marriage, was a sham. A convenient lie we told ourselves. There was no love involved with the partnership he and I had. It was a matter of vanity and convenience. My father loved him like a son. The son he always wanted but couldn’t have. The son he wished I could have been. I wanted to mend those fences, play my part and try but…it was doomed from the get go. We were fire and gasoline, to sound cliche. He went down on a plane he was on…to get as far away from me as possible, all because I couldn’t give him the same thing my Father wanted, a son. I couldn’t give him a child period. Of course looking back now, that was his fault not mine. If it was, Annika wouldn’t exist. I guess somewhere between me telling you to please kindly fuck off for the unteenth time and the parking garage where I finally caved, it dawned on me that there was no shame in having a one night stand to stoke the embers. Why drink myself stupid over a man who didn’t even want me, rather than turn away the company of a man who very obviously was interested in me. I put myself on a high horse that night, that was unnecessary. Tell me, if I had instead of refusing your advances, looked you dead in the eye and said “My husband was just officially declared dead, but don’t feel sorry, he was a piece of shit, you want to go fuck the pain away?”, would it have changed your perception of me?
Eoin: Absolutely fucking not. At that point in my life I was willing to take them easy or hard. No man in his right mind would look at you and say “nah, too easy, here’s for the drink”. For fucks sakes. Though you say you weren’t interested, what changed?
Elizabeth: Perspective. Sometimes that is all that is in the way. Your perspective. I think about halfway down the alley, towards the garage, it dawned on me that you clearly weren’t some drunk who was looking to score and go back to his buddies about the red head he nabbed. You weren’t disrespectful as you spoke to me. You weren’t intrusive. You received my explanation well. You weren’t pushy. You were very flattering to me, affectionate, passionately interested, and I realized that even though it would probably be a shift and drift with you, it could be enjoyable because you oozed the very qualities all the men in my life had lacked. In that moment, I felt I deserved this little guilty pleasure. You were easy on the eyes too. You were looking sharp that night. How the hell could I pass that up? Being loved by a real man?
++I had hoped he didn’t notice my voice cracking and my tone shaking as I said what I did. It was so hard to feel vulnerable, even now with him. He slipped his hands around my waist and smirked. That cocky rogue smirk++
Eoin: Ah so there’s the truth, I was too sexually appealing for you to say no huh? Good to know…good to know. Just have to remember what I wore that night huh?
Elizabeth: Oh you are impossible! We’re having this loving, bonding moment and you go the corny route. By the way good luck finding the hat you were wearing that night.
Eoin: Why’s that dove?
Elizabeth: Because I have it. A keepsake. It fell onto the floor boards of my rental and I kept it. I…I guess I enjoyed that night so much and my time with you that I just wanted a reminder. Perhaps a trophy of my own…
Eoin: You clever clever girl. I never knew. Hell I never even realised I was missing the damned thing.
++He started grinning ear to ear. I started blushing and looked down, unable to make eye contact. I was such a fucking mess. So socially awkward when it came to intimate relationships. It was a balance I needed to keep working towards though, not only for myself but him, and my daughter. I was tired of being the fuck up. I wanted to do better, BE better. I grabbed a nearby terry cloth robe and slipped it over my shoulders and around my waist as I stood out of the tub. He seemed to want to stay in a bit longer so I sat down, drying off my feet as we continued. He poured himself another whiskey and stretched his arms out, enjoying the hydro jets++
Elizabeth: I’m still bothered…
Eoin: By what darling?
Elizabeth: Zepp. Maybe I am overthinking it, I know I tend to do that, but I feel like someone is setting both myself and Ziggles up to fail. I’m not saying Zepp isn’t a monster of a man who could be a great equalizer or trump card to wrench someones plans, but he’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. I want to believe he has no idea what’s going on but, I always like to err on the side of caution. Even if HE doesn’t know the details, the person who pulled for him to be put back into a tournament he already lost, does and they hold all the cards right now.
Donzig’s anus is so twisted about what happened with the Spark title before, the people involved, all these non-grata and nonentity spectres. I wonder if he is even concerned about this situation with Zepp. Of course disinterest seems to be the stay of course for that guy. Or it could mean he’s involved. The fact remains, I feel a little exposed going into that match. I have that feeling in my bones. The one that says something nefarious is going on behind my back, behind the curtains and I’m just not okay with that. I mean I feel a bit more confident knowing you will be there backstage. I guess I'm a little proud perhaps. Still…something feels off. I wish you still had your managerial license.
Eoin: Aye, a few phone calls, a little bit of dosh and I could get those reinstated. Anything for you love. You know that…
Elizabeth: Maybe. Let’s see how this plays out. I’m not going to sit here and keep stressing about something I obviously have no control over at this point. I just have to keep my wits about me and play it by ear. Whatever happens, happens. Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it. The win. That strap. I came so close and while I am in no way ashamed of the fact I lost or who I lost to, I’ve still made such a name for myself in such a short time. Two tournaments now. I would really love to capitalize on all of that steam behind me. I know there are others paying close attention who want the same. I’ve impressed people, which is half the battle, now I need to make it all come to fruition.
++I exhaled, slumping my shoulders and dropping the damp towel on the tiled floor. I paused for a moment and snorted, decidedly++
Elizabeth: I think…right now what I need is a greasy burger, a giant soda and some mindless violence. Because there is no rule that says I can’t stay in a high class, super expensive suite and NOT request a concierge to get me some damn Burger King. Kung Fu movies or Nic Cage marathon? Your choice mo gra…
Eoin: Nic Cage. ALWAYS Nic Cage.